Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessèd face
I renounce the blessèd face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Because I cannot hope to turn again
T.S. Eliot (Ash Wednesday, 1930)